Pent up College Girl Lets Loose

I may or may not have procrastinated on my final project for my Natural Hazards class. Passing this class is essential for my minor in Geography and it all hinges on my grade for this one project. It is due on my professor's desk by 8:00am tomorrow morning. Currently, it is 10:00pm the night before. I thought about potentially going to class tomorrow with my hair curly and my lipstick on with some cleavage showing to get an extension. However, my professor is a woman so unless she swings the opposite way that I'm predicting, that's not gonna work. Thus, I am sitting in a hard, wooden chair in the university library with my head in my hands wondering how on Earth I am going to write a paper about the effects of Volcanoes in the Americas over the past 500 years. Not the most enticing topic, I must admit. As I sit here with absolutely no thoughts on geography, all I can actually think about is how long it's been since I've gotten laid.

It's a crude thought, I know, but a girl has needs. Personally, I have no trouble getting attention from the guys on campus when my bra size is a 30G (no, I'm not kidding) and my ass is a nice grabable size. However, I have always been focused on my studies and boys are pretty distracting. This semester I have survived solely off of my trusty vibrator. But tonight? The vibe isn't going to cut it. I am so freaking horny tonight. Maybe it's the stress from the paper or any of my other finals that are next week, but I'm in a bad way right now. I shut my eyes with my head in my hands having no idea where to begin.

Just as it seems my brain and my vagina might implode, I hear a sound in the otherwise completely quiet library. I'm on the fifth floor, and no one hardly comes up to this level anyway, regardless of it being late. I reach my neck around, leaning back in my chair, to catch a sight of a good looking guy stooping down to look at a book a few shelves over. He seems pretty lost in thought and I don't think he's seen me yet. He even has air pods in, so I bet he has no idea that I'm here.

I can safely assume that I can't just jump his bones tonight since I have no idea who he is, but maybe at least interacting with someone will help me squash my horny brain. Just in case, I scoop my boobs in my bra to give them an extra plumped look in my cropped tank top. I even give a little tug on the belt loops of my jeans to accentuate my waist. Here goes.

I walk up to him, biting my lip with how anxious I am, and as soon as he feels my presence, he looks up and jumps back, startled.

"Holy shit," he says. His eyes are wide and mine match his at how embarrassed I am that I scared the shit out of him apparently. He pulls out his air pods to speak to me.

"Geez, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." My cheeks must be a bright shade of red at this point of my embarrassment.

His scared expression turns into what I would consider kind eyes and a smirky grin. "No problem at all, I just wasn't expecting anyone to be up here. I'm working on my final project for history and it's due in the morning."

"What a coincidence, I'm working on my geography project that is also due in the morning. Have I met a fellow procrastinator?" I give him my sexiest smile and try to keep myself from getting too excited about talking to his super attractive guy when we are all alone up here. Even thinking about it is getting me a little wet.

"I've even been thinking of starting a procrastinator club. You can be the first member. I'm Ned." He laughs and sticks his hand out. I'm not sure Ned is a name that I can moan in my wet dreams, but I won't complain at this point. That's what nicknames are for.

"I'm Monica, it's nice to meet you. And I would happily become a member of any club you start." I give a wink with that last sentence. I know it was probably too forward, but I've only got a few hours to work with here and I need to feel out if he's even interested in me.

After my flirty comment, his eyes look me over. His mouth even opens a bit when he gets a look at the cleavage sticking out of my tank top. His eyes work their way back to mine and he says, "Good to know. However, you might want to know what the clubs are that I'm thinking of starting before making a promise like that." He gives me that smirk again and I can already tell this is going in my favor.

"Well lay it on me, what kind of clubs are you interested in, Ned?" I bite my lower lip as my eyes look him over. He has on a sweater and jeans that make him look attractively studious. His brown hair is ruffled like he's been stressed, valid, but it's honestly really cute. His big hazel eyes are piercing and I suddenly notice just how wet I feel.

He takes a moment to smile and puts the book that he's been holding back where he found it before standing up and leaning on the shelf. "Well, I've actually been thinking of starting a pleasure club. You know, for all these college students who are so stressed over finals that they don't have time to have their needs met. Or at least, that's my current situation. Maybe you'll be able to relate?" This is it. This is definitely my opening.

I take a step closer to him, where I'm less than a foot away, and look up into those eyes. "You know, I think that's a pretty smart idea. I can 100% relate to your situation. What kinds of activities would this club do for pleasure?"

His face gets a touch closer to mine, his breath hitching. "Well, that would entirely depend on what needs you have that I could meet. What pleasures you, Monica?" His hand comes up to caress my cheek and I think I could cum right there. He is definitely going to kiss me, but I need this to go much farther than that.

"Since you're asking, I think I might implode if someone doesn't touch my clit and help me cum." My eyes are pleading as I stare at his mouth. The ball is in his court. He has to decide if he wants me because I am obviously all in. His eyes get a little wide at my statement, but he smiles. His mouth crashes against mine in an instant.

His hand slides into my hair as his other hand snakes under my leg and pulls me up so that I can wrap my legs around him. My tongue slides along the crease of his lips and he opens for me. Our tongues dance as he starts walking to the back of the library. He lays me down on one of the wooden tables in the back. It's cold to the touch, but I'm so hot with need it doesn't even phase me.

His hand starts to pull my tank top down as his eyes meet mine again. "Is this okay, Monica? How far do you want to take this?" The worry in his eyes is enough to make me even wetter, which I didn't think could physically happen.

I wrap my hands in his hair, putting him in to kiss me and in between each kiss I say, "I... want... you... to... fuck me... hard... please." His forehead meets mine and he is breathing hard.

"Fuck, I can do that."

Suddenly, my top is gone and with one hand he snaps my bra, we both work on the zippers of our jeans until our pants are around our ankles. With my pants around my ankles, he uses them to hold my legs together as he puts my ankles on his shoulders. He grabs his wallet, takes out a condom, and slides it on. His mouth travels to my neck and then my breasts. His lips curl around my nipple, sucking until I'm sure I'll have a hickie there. It feels so good. His hands digging into my hips, the heat of his mouth, the coldness of the wood, it's all pushing me to the edge and he hasn't even used his cock yet.

I look down and see a massive eight inch cock with precum leaking out. It has a slight curve that I know will feel so fucking good pounding into me. His mouth has travelled down to my navel before he continues down and suddenly licks my clit. My back arches off the table and he moans. "You taste so fucking sweet, Monica. I could go down on you all night."

With my hands wrapped in his hair, I push him into my cunt. I breathe in deeply as his tongue pushes into me. I tease him, "You'd better be careful with your time. You have a final to finish, don't you?" His hands become rougher and he gently bites my pussy lip.

"Right now, we aren't thinking about finals or anything else. You are going to use me to fuck the stress out and I will use you to do the same. Do you understand, Monica?"

I nod because I'm lost for words currently and just let my eyes fall into the back of my head as he sucks my clit into his mouth. I release his hair with one hand to keep my mouth closed, but I know I'm being too loud regardless.

Ned's head comes up and he grabs me by the throat, pulls me up, and kisses me deeply. I've never been handled like this. It's intoxicating and so sexy. I can taste that sweet flavor that he was talking about. I have never tasted myself before.

He pulls my ankles out from behind his head and has me stand up. Then he turns me around and bends me over the table with force. My tits are now pressed onto the cold table and his hand is in between my shoulder blades holding me down. I can feel the head of his cock slide against my entrance. I can't hold back the deep moan that comes out of my throat. He moans behind me, "Fuck you're wet. If you ever want to stop or it's too much say something, because just like I promised, I am going to fuck the stress right out of you. Hard."

He lifts my hips to where only my tippy toes are touching the ground and he shoves his fat cock into me in one push. We both release a deep groan at the sudden pressure. Shit, this man knows what he's doing. With his hand on the back of my neck, he completely controls the speed. He is fucking me like there is no tomorrow. I can hear the table creak under me and I can feel the head of his dick touch my cervix, he's going so deep.

"Fuck, Ned, you're so fucking deep in me." My hands grab the edges of the table as my body slides down the table with how hard he is thrusting into me.

"That's right, Monica, let me use you. Let us both get something good out of this stressful night. I'm going to fuck all of my stress out through this tight pussy." His words are only making me more wet and I can feel the tingles of an orgasm start in my toes.

Before I can beg him to not stop, he lifts me off the table and pushes me to all fours on the ground. It feels a little demeaning and I'm wondering how dirty this floor is, but I'm so turned on that I don't care. He gets on his knees right behind me and pulls me back into him. He has so much more leverage in this position that I can feel his dick in my throat. My toes curl and my body starts to shake. The tingling feeling of the orgasm is stretching up my back. I reach my hand around and cup his balls as I let out a cry and arch my back.

"Yes, baby, take it all. Cum all over my cock." No words can escape my mouth as my body convulses. I can feel my pussy swallow his cock. My juices flood over him and drop down his balls. Just as I start to recover, he pulls his cock out and stand up.

"I'm gonna cum with you on my lap, darling." He pushes my pants all the way off my legs and picks me up, sits on a chair and situates me on his lap. I can barely sit up as I lean on him with a smile on my face that I can't get rid of. He lifts me up slightly and slides back into me as I straddle him in the empty library. We start to make out as he kisses me deeply. As I recover from my orgasm, I speed up the tempo and I can feel his dick pulsing in my pussy.

I start to grind in his lap and he pulls my face close enough to whisper. "Did you enjoy cumming on my cock? Making a mess of me? You're going to touch yourself while I use your pussy like a fucking sex doll to get myself off." I nod my head because, again, I'm beyond the use of words at this point.

I put my hand in between us and start to circle my sensitive clit with my fingers. His hands are now on my hips and he is using all of his strength to lean me back and fuck himself with my pussy. I feel like a ragdoll as he throws my body weight around to fuck himself. It's one of the hottest things I've ever done because every time he pulls me in for another thrust, he scrapes my clit and drives me mad. Our chests are rising and falling like crazy as we both reach our limits. One more scrape against my clit has my head falling back in another orgasm. Seeing that, his eyes get wide as he thrusts once more before crying out and holding me against him as he cums.

I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes for just a moment.

When I open them, I realize my head is laying on cold wood. My head is laying on the wooden desk in the library? Oh shit. Did I fall asleep? I raise my head quickly and look around. There's no one in the library. No sweater-wearing, studiously attractive Ned. No one. I look down at the books on my desk and reach for my phone. 11:00pm. I'd slept for an hour. I realize that my panties are soaked. Not because I had just had amazing sex with someone, but because I had a wet dream. There literally couldn't be anything more embarrassing than this. I mean I literally think there is a wet spot on the front of my pants.

There's no way I'm getting my work done like this. I reach for my zipper and pull it down, unbuttoning my pants. Maybe if I can just orgasm quickly I can focus long enough to finish this freaking assignment. I reach my hand into my panties and I am absolutely soaked. Using my fingers, I flick and rub my clit. My head falls back as I work myself into a frenzy. My breath gets a bit heavier as I slip a finger into my pussy and curl it to reach my g spot. I release a breath and open my eyes when I hear someone enter the floor. ...